Crok. (solemnly) No—no;—it’s a horrible tale!
Todd. (rises) Then I’d rather not hear it. (crosses to C.) Laura, my dear; on reflection, hadn’t we better confine our views to Margate, this year?
Mrs. T. (rises) No, Todd—no. I’ve made up my mind, and packed my trunks for the Continent; and nothing on earth shall alter my determination.
Todd. Of course not, my dear—I’m fully aware of the steadiness of your purpose; but might it not be prudent—a—that is—a—advisable, to pause.
Mrs. T. You know, Todd, I never pause. To-morrow morning, at six, we start! The policeman has promised to ring our bell at five.
Todd. Then it’s fixed. (Mrs. Todd goes up R. and crosses at back to L.)
Crok. (rises) Ah! well,—if you will rush on your fate!—I must be going. (C.) Good bye, Laura. (embraces Mrs. Todd, L.)
Mrs. T. (L.) Good bye, dear uncle—good bye!
Crok. Bless you both! Hah! I wish you a pleasant journey, with all my heart. Keep up your spirits, Samuel, man is born to misfortune. (crosses to L., then turns to Todd) I hope you’ve settled your worldly affairs. Good bye—this may be the last time we shall ever meet each other in this world—but remember,—I tried to cheer you to the last.
Todd. (dropping into chair R. of table) Thank you—you’ve made me very comfortable—very.